Feng Qingru's heart seemed to die with Tuoba Jun's death. No matter how Xiao Xincheng shook her or called her, Feng Qingru never even blinked. She was indifferent, just sat on the ground, silent, her eyes hollow, half dead

Live.

Suddenly, Xiao Xincheng made an amazing move. He picked up the sluggish Feng Qingru violently and slowly walked out of the hall.

Everyone was surprised and cast curious eyes.

In the Northern Wei Dynasty, the Han people were influenced by the Xianbei culture, and both men and women boldly pursued love, and the titles of men and women were relatively equal, not as traditional as the Han people. What "three from the four virtues", "three outlines and five constants", for the Xianbei people, it is all unnecessary.

Although the defense of men and women is not very particular, and the concept of chastity is even weaker, it is still rare for Xiao Xincheng to have such a blatant and ambiguous behavior, even if the person in his arms is already delirious.

Xiao Xincheng took a big stride all the way, hugged Feng Qingru and went straight back to Changqiu Palace.

Back in the palace, Xiao Xincheng put Feng Qingru on the collapse. He looked at the appearance of the six gods and no master, and called affectionately: "Qing'er! Qing'er! Look at me! Look at me! ”

Feng Qingru still didn't react, she was dumbfounded, stupid, and only stunned on the side.

Xiao Xincheng helped Feng Qingru take off her shoes, put Feng Qingru flat on the bed, and after helping her cover the thin quilt, he hurriedly shouted at the red dove: "Red dove! Go! Find Imperial Doctor Zhang to get a decoction that calms the nerves! ”

"Yes! Rajah! Hearing Xiao Xincheng's command, the red dove hurriedly turned around and left. She saw that Feng Qingru seemed to have lost her soul, and her heart was already anxiously on fire.

The red dove was decocted with good medicine, and Feng Qingru was also a little sober. Xiao Xincheng took advantage of Feng Qingru's sobriety, so he hurriedly helped her sit up and fed her the medicine.

Feng Qingru stared at Xiao Xincheng with straight eyes, and tears welled up again. She looked at the little Xincheng in front of her, and sighed in her heart that Tuoba Jun had left her prematurely, and sighed that fate had played tricks on her so much.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Xincheng asked with concern. He watched Feng Qingru cry while drinking the medicine, and his heart was also in a ball.

Feng Qingru only cried and shook his head. Then he wiped his tears and shouted at Wang Yu: "Wang Yu! Bring the stuff! ”

Although Feng Qingru was sad, she did not forget the task that Jiì Tuoba Jun had given her.

From time to time, Wang Yu came over with the golden burden. Then he handed the burden to Feng Qingru again.

Feng Qingru handed over the burden to Xiao Xincheng and said solemnly: "Brother Jun just left, these **** plan to go to guard his spirit, but ~ I can't help but do what Brother Jun told me before." So. Tomorrow, you will take this burden and support Hong'er to ascend the throne, right? ”

Xiao Xincheng looked at Feng Qingru's still sober and rational appearance, and his heart was also in awe. He put down the medicine bowl, took the burden, and promised, "Good! I'll take care of it! However, you must also promise me that the wake is okay, but you can't force yourself! Be sure to take care of your body! You know! ”

In Xiao Xincheng's words, he all revealed his love for Feng Qingru.

"I see! I promise you! Feng Qingru's brows opened slightly. Solemnly promised.

Xiao Xincheng smiled lightly and looked at Feng Qingru. At this moment, it seems that in the whole world, only the two of them can rely on each other.

A home cannot be left without an owner for a day, and a country cannot be without a king for a day. The day after Tuoba Jun died of illness, Feng Qingru ordered Xiao Xincheng to support Tuoba Hong to ascend the throne and become emperor in accordance with the procedure.

Tuoba Hong, who was less than twelve years old, only ascended the throne, and issued an edict to Feng Qingru as the empress dowager, the empress dowager as the empress dowager, and his biological mother as the empress dowager.

Feng Qingru had just lost Tuoba Jun. I was so sad in my heart. She didn't think about tea and dinner, couldn't sleep well, and lost weight in two days.

Fortunately, in the past two days, Xiao Xincheng has been by her side. He fed her water. Feed her medicine, although she eats very little, but she still eats a little more or less.

Three days after Tuoba Jun died of illness, Bao Wei hurriedly ran into the Changqiu Palace.

"The slave hugs, the queen mother! The two tall adults said that today is the day to "burn three" for the first emperor. I would like to ask you to go to the fire with you. Bao Wei said with a solemn face. Tuoba Jun died, except for Feng Qingru who was heartbroken, he should be the saddest in Baozhi

Finish.

"Got it! I'll be there right away! Feng Qingru replied softly.

According to the old customs of Xianbei, three days after the emperor went west, the palace had to carry out "burning three", that is, burning the emperor's imperial clothes and utensils during his lifetime. At that time, hundreds of officials and harem concubines in the court would also come to the scene together, crying and mourning.

Today is the third day!

Feng Qingru and Xiao Xincheng walked into the fire, only to see Tuoba Hong, Feng Xi, Gao Yun and others already waiting at the scene. The dry firewood in the field is piled up, stacked on top of each other, like mountains and hills, and the sparks are ignited. On both sides of the fire, there were several palace maids and eunuchs. They held Tuoba Jun's clothes in their hands, and they also stood numbly.

"Queen Mother!"

"Queen Mother, the festival mourns and changes!"

The ministers mourned.

Feng Qingru nodded respectfully, and then walked inside. With each step, her heart became heavier.

Feng Qingru caught a glimpse of Tuoba Jun's imperial clothes and utensils before his death, and a trace of inexplicable sadness rose in his heart. She stepped forward and stroked the delicate and soft dragon robes, remembering the past little by little, and tears began to roll in her eyes again.

Suddenly, she gasped, exhaled deeply, and then wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the corner of her sleeve, and said calmly, "Light the fire!"

"Yes!" The samurai, holding a torch, immediately threw the torch into the dry pyre beside him.

The torch fell, and the dry wood poured with oil immediately rose into flames, and the flames rushed into the sky.

The palace maids and eunuchs threw Tuoba Jun's clothes into the fire one by one. The golden silk and jade wisps burned immediately when they met the fire, and burned out in the blink of an eye in the raging fire.

When the fire ignited, Feng Qingru's eyes couldn't help but moisten. Her red and swollen eyes seemed to see the firelight, and the beautiful pictures of the past flashed again.

In the firelight, she saw Tuoba holding herself, kissing herself, smiling at herself, and waving to herself......

"Brother Jun!" Feng Qingru suddenly laughed, she saw Tuoba Jun reaching out in the firelight to hold her.

"Brother Jun! ——”

Suddenly, Feng Qingru couldn't help but scream loudly. She hurried forward and threw herself into the raging fire.

"Qing'er!"

"Queen Mother!"

Everyone around was stunned by her actions!

Xiao Xincheng and Feng Xi reacted, and then rushed forward, but saw that one person had already entered the fire, and hurriedly rescued Feng Qingru from the flames.

It's the samurai who just held the torch!

Fortunately, Feng Qingru was not strict when she set herself on fire, but she was already unconscious.

Xiao Xincheng took Feng Qingru from the warrior's arms, tested Feng Qingru and snorted, then hurriedly calmed down, and thanked the warrior who had already been smoked black: "Thank you!" (To be continued.) )